the fat man sat
on a trail-side bench
while he sang to himself
'It won't get dark"
at 3 o'clock on a sunny afternoon.
he had no other words.
he kept repeating his refrain.
he tried to convince me of this
prophesy
while I was
walking past, and i saw the king's tower
straight ahead where i had parked my car,
so i kept walking.
now, hours later
it is dark and raining, which i can
see and hear and feel and smell.
i wonder where the fat man is.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
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